"Abracadabra!" Featuring Datbedatricc aka trustnotonesoul....And another One!!!
Tell why is everyone looking like abracadabra taking a shit allow Datbedatricc, I attest so crisp, this is my mental condition and its amazing rap literature, I president this song internally how that dogg just bite ya, uh, This is my synergy, I dont fuck with no one else's energy if I bald up my fist, backed up to hideous reality, Beast mode enforce the core within me trying to walk a straight line without that alcohol controlled freak i ain't even lying , terminating what makes this mess even more weak by week, sterilized copper head, cobra me dead I'm poisonous and this is my pencil led, believe it or not, "Simon said, Fuck Mr Ed,head shot my lyrics behead whats envied has already fled, mouth full of lies, love will leave you at the bottom, lying down with your dead head, on that metal table, ain't nobody still stable incubating trying to breathe without someone's else death label, noticed i said please don't make any mess on my table, This is not a kitchen where we cook shit, modified entry with crucial ingredients, go ahead and jump that fence, L.E.D on the fore head dot to dot, science fiction label wives the queen of thots, Boye, how I thought. trying stages finally at the bottom of that rock, smashed
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Tell why is everyone looking like abracadabra taking a shit allow Datbedatricc, I attest so crisp, this is my mental condition and its amazing rap literature, I president this song internally how that dogg just bite ya, uh, This is my synergy, I dont fuck with no one else's energy if I bald up my fist, backed up to hideous reality, Beast mode enforce the core within me trying to walk a straight line without that alcohol controlled freak i ain't even lying , terminating what makes this mess even more weak by week, sterilized copper head, cobra me dead I'm poisonous and this is my pencil led, believe it or not, "Simon said, Fuck Mr Ed,head shot my lyrics behead whats envied has already fled, mouth full of lies, love will leave you at the bottom, lying down with your dead head, on that metal table, ain't nobody still stable incubating trying to breathe without someone's else death label, noticed i said please don't make any mess on my table, This is not a kitchen where we cook shit, modified entry with crucial ingredients, go ahead and jump that fence, L.E.D on the fore head dot to dot, science fiction label wives the queen of thots, Boye, how I thought. trying stages finally at the bottom of that rock, smashed